| I’m returning
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| I’m returning to another day
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| When I was more than a shimmer on a screen
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| When it all felt like a woven tapestry
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| Ending in white I can begin in the dark
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| I can’t see with my eyes but I can feel with my heart
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| But these voices exist, I can hear them say
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| Please kill me, kill me slowly
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| Would I give up my life?
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| I’m dying, dying to feel what’s inside
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| Am I to stand with the black-hearted, the wicked and the saved?
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| Or to wear my own colors, die with the brave
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| Am I reaching for a bullet to end this charade?
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| Or waiting to be reborn again
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| Wasted on a sea of happy faces
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| Dine on guests with closed captions stated
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| Am I your love or your reflection hated?
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| The party’s over what a night we created
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| Please kill me, kill me slowly
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| Would I give up my life?
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| I’m dying, dying to feel what’s inside
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| We are the eyes of a sun that just went dark
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| I’m the eyes of a sun that just went dark
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| And now it’s holding on to me becoming darker, it’s getting hard to breathe
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| I’m longing for a chance; |
| maybe it’s all I need
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| I’ve given in; |
| It’s taken the heart of me
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| Please kill me, kill me slowly
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| Would I give up my life?
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| I’m dying, dying to feel what’s inside |